I can only imagine and I'm sorry it happened at all but especially sorry it happened when it did. {{sj}} Do I need to remind Teacup Guy that he's under strict instructions not to let anything bad or remotely humiliating happen to you when you're in his care? Hmph! (Not that you can't take care of yourself. You can and do, quite well.)
He was mad that I didn't ask him to help me down. I was trying to be all independent. Stupid of me.
Oh, and for the record I was not drunk or tipsy. I had had 2 sips of white wine. I am a light weight, but not that much of a light weight.
Owie! But I have barstool dismount issues at 5'9", and not drunk...I'm sure this will become one of those cute stories that you wish wouldn't get trotted out at the holidays every year.
Mattress on the floor sounds doable. In fact, maybe I'll put a mattress on the floor next to the crib now, since Mal is avidly trying to figure out how to escape. He's learned to jump, have I mentioned? He needs to brace his hands, but then he bounces and bounces, higher each time. Sometimes he bounces and reaches with one hand (extra fun near the stove).
I am glad to hear I am in good company. I am always a klutz, but I just really didn't want to embarras myself last night.
Raq, good luck with the crib/bed situation and Mal in general. It sounds like he is quite the handful.
so I have a cold. it looks like Dh might have one too. ( Just before he travels again) so I am makeing chicken soup.
When I was in Year 7, the art classroom at school had stools. I was pretty short, and I had to climb up onto my stool. Only that was too dull, so I got into the habit of jumping up onto it. Naturally, one day the guy behind me decided it'd be hysterically funny to move it out of the way. Actually, I have to admit his comedic instincts were on the mark there, or so I thought when I found myself sitting on his feet.
I can relate to embarrassing things done yesterday.
Andi and I went out on a multi-stop sojourn yesterday morning. As we were leaving the second store, Andi noticed I had a pair of underwear making their way out of my pants leg. I'm assuming the ace bandage I keep on my calf kept me from feeling it inching down.
So much for grabbing a pair of jeans out of the laundry and hitting the road.
ETA: Note to self: Always check pants for other clothes deposited by dryer.
I like this site for dealing with a cold
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a lot of it is commonsense, but there are a few thigns that I am sort happy to see there- stuff like takeing a walk and a hot toddy. - Things I've done before, but didn't know why they helped.
The most intersting thing is the positive attitude - beliveing that you will heal. Hard thing to do when you have a cold.
Beth, I'm sorry you're feeling so badly (although your description was very amusing). Sorry Matt seems to be catching it. I wish you both recovery~ma. If you have a Thai joint near you, those Thai fiery chicken soups are miracleworkers.
Got a load of laundry in. Still a bit miffed that the friend I invited to our Mardi Gras celebration who asked me if he could invite *his* friend because she was so excited about it, left with her about an hour into the party. If you're bored, you're bored, but it would be better if he had a better track record of going with me to events or inviting me to his. We hang out together alone doing mundane errands a fair amount, but he has a real block about other things (it's my ex, so it's fear, methinks).
Yesterday wasn't tremendously productive and now that I've got the layoff news, I need to be. I've been reading "Do What You Are" again, networking via email, looking at job ads & company websites, and making lists. But now I have to get down to the thing I most dread: updating my resume and updating it in a way that helps get me out of the admin ghetto I've been in for 15 years. I've emailed 2 friends to ask if they have time this week to work with me in person so they can ask me hard questions and make suggestions and so I can bounce ideas off of them.
When Mary Tilson's radio show is over, I'm going over to an acquaintance's house to pay him for the hardshell guitar case he gave me on trial. I want to make sure he gets paid before I have no money left. If that happens. I'm doing a lot of thinking along those lines. Trying to schedule bill-paying and think of things I need to do at work while I still have easy access to a fax machine and copier.
Hope everyone has a swell day. It's raining lightly here which wouldn't bug me if it weren't so dark. I'm so sensitive to light. When I'm trying to motivate, I really need full sunlight. Instead I'm sitting in the only area of the downstairs that doesn't have hefty bags drawn over the windows (I'm living on a construction site) and I've taken my Ott-lite knockoff and aimed it in the room.
I have a cute new haircut.
My embarrassing moment of the day was realizing (only after I'd left the salon, gone grocery shopping, and was halfway home carrying 4 heavy bags) that I'd *completely* forgotten to get a business card with my stylists name written on it so that next time I can ask for her by name -- she did a fantastic job, and I want to keep her. (And since "tall Asian woman with long highlighted hair" describes at least half the staff, by name is really the only way I could single her out.) Whoops.
